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Audio bedtime stories: how to choose?
Audio bedtime stories are a great solution for modern parents. Unfortunately, there is not always the strength to read fairy tales to your child before bedtime, but this is very important. Our salvation at such moments is children's audio fairy tales (in this case, audio fairy tales for the night). Great option it is considered to listen to the work (this can be done on the way to or from work), and then tell the child in your own words. Believe me, it will be much more interesting for him, and he will remember such moments for the rest of his life.
Please note that not every work is suitable for reading at night. The best option would be one that lasts 5-20 minutes. However, you can still download children's audio fairy tales, and then choose which one to listen to according to your mood. Please do not forget that audio fairy tales for children are provided for personal acquaintance, and not for distribution.
Let's switch necks! - offered the piglet Button to the giraffe Dolgovyazik.
I'll give you mine, and you give me yours.
Why do you want my neck? asked the giraffe.
Useful - answered the piglet. - With a long neck, dictation in the lesson is easier to write off.
Why else?
And you can see everything in the cinema from any place.
Well, what else?
apples on tall trees it is possible to get.
Uh, no! - said Dolgovyazik.
Such a wonderful neck will come in handy for me!
Fairy tale "Cat-fisherman"
Somehow the Cat went to the river to catch fish and met the Fox at the very edge. The Fox waved her fluffy tail and said in a honeyed voice:
Hello, kum-kumanyok, fluffy cat! I see you are going to fish?
Yes, I want to bring fish to my kittens.
The fox lowered her eyes and asked very quietly:
Maybe you can treat me to a fish too? And it's all chickens and ducks.
Cat chuckled.
So be it. I'll give you the first fish.
I don't know how to thank you.
My first fish, my first fish! 
And then, from behind the trunk of a shaggy spruce, a large shaggy Gray Wolf came out to meet them.
Hello, brother! Wolf croaked. - Do you go fishing?
Yes, I want kittens
Well, will you throw some fish to me, brother? And then all goats and sheep, goats and rams I would like something postnenko!
Cat chuckled.
OK. The first fish is for Fox, and the second is for you!
Well done brother! Thank you!
And my second! And my second! 
Suddenly a Bear came out of the thicket. I saw a cat with a fishing rod, how he roared:
Hey son! Are you fishing?
I want kittens.
Listen, son, can't you give me, an old man, a fish? I love fish to death! And then all the bulls and cows with horns and hooves.
The cat grinned in his mustache, says:
I promised the first fish to the Fox, the second to the Wolf, and there will be a third for you.
Let the third, only to the biggest!
The Cat is walking ahead, the Fox is running after him, the Wolf is sneaking behind the Fox, and the Bear is stomping behind everyone.
The first fish - chur, mine! - fox whispers.
And the second - mine - Wolf mutters.
And the third one is mine! - Bear growls.
So they all came to the river. The cat took off the bag, put a bucket next to it, and began to unwind the fishing rod. The Fox, the Wolf and the Bear have settled down in the bushes nearby: they are waiting for their share of the catch.
He planted the Cat on the hook of a worm, threw a fishing rod, sat down comfortably and stared at the float. Buddies in the bushes also keep their eyes on the float. Are waiting.
Fox whispers:
Catch, fish, big and small.
And suddenly the float trembled. Lisa gasped.
Ah, my fish are biting!
The float on the water danced and jumped; circles ran from him in all directions.
Pull! Pull! Get my fish! Lisa screamed. The cat was frightened - pulled. The fish flashed silver and with a splash went under the water.
Broke! Wolf croaked. - Hurry up, stupid, raised a cry. Well, now it's my turn! Mine won't break!
The Cat planted a new worm on the hook and threw the bait again. The wolf rubs its paws and says:
Catch, fish, big and big. Catch.
Just then the float shuddered and went for a walk on the water. The cat has already taken the rod in its paw.
Don't pull! Wolf growls. - Let the fish hold on tight.
The cat let go of the fishing rod, and the float suddenly stopped immediately.
Here now drag! Wolf commanded.
The cat pulled the fishing rod - at the end of the fishing line, a bare hook dangles.
Wait, - Lisa giggled. - Your fish ate the whole worm!
The cat planted a new worm on the hook and cast the bait for the third time.
Well, it's quiet now! - barked the Bear. - If you scare away my fish - I'll tell you! .. Here it is !!!
The float all went under the water, the fishing line stretched like a string: it is about to break.
Ho-ho! - the Bear rejoices. - That's mine! As punished, the biggest!
The cat is barely holding on to the shore: a fish, just look, it will be dragged into the water. Now a terrible, mustachioed muzzle has already appeared from the water. That's so catfish!
I'm the first, this is mine!.. I won't let you!!! - suddenly shrieked the Fox and rushed into the river.
No-o-o-o, you're being naughty. Mine will! - the Wolf growled and dived after the Fox. The bear on the shore roars at the top of his lungs:
Robbed! .. Robbers! ..
And in the water there is already a battle going on: the Wolf and the Fox are pulling out fish from each other. The bear did not think for a long time and, with a run, also flopped into the water.
The water in the river boils like a cauldron. Every now and then someone's head pops up: either a fox, or a wolf, or a bear. Why they fight is unknown. The fish have long since gone.
The Cat grinned in his mustache, wound up his fishing rod and went to look for another place, where it was quieter. 
Fairy tale "The rabbit who was not afraid of anyone"
Glory comes when you don't expect it. So she came to the gray rabbit Kocheryzhka, who one day became famous. That day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka met the Bear in the forest.
This is my t-r-ropinka! - muttered the Bear, wanting to jokingly scare the rabbit. But Kocheryzhka didn’t even move his ear, greeted him and walked by, as if nothing had happened.
The bear was even taken aback by surprise. On that day, Stumpy Rabbit ran into Tiger on a suspension bridge.
Here I'll show you! - the Tiger pounced on the rabbit.
But Rabbit Kocheryka was not at all frightened. He only asked:
Is that what you said?
On that day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka accidentally stepped on the paw of the Lion himself.
I'll crush you, krrrolchishka, in porrrroshok! Lev growled angrily.
Then he raised his hat, bowed, and moved on. The tiger was even taken aback by such unheard-of insolence.
Glad to see you, - said Kocheryzhka, smiled and patted the dumbfounded Lion on the back.
All this was seen and heard by Eita's parrot and blabbed everywhere. Then animals and birds began to praise in every way the rabbit Kocheryzhka, who is not afraid of anyone. No wonder they say that glory has wings. Kocheryzhka was just approaching his house, and fame was already waiting for the hero on his own street. 
Well done! You're just great, Stump! - the donkey Alphabet rushed towards him.
We have already renamed our Cabbage Street. It is now called "Rabbit Kocheryzhka Street".
Wait! What are you saying? I hear nothing. Ah, I remembered! After all, yesterday I plugged my ears with cotton, because the music behind the wall prevented me from sleeping.
And the rabbit took the cotton out of his ears.
Now, it's a completely different thing, I hear everything again. So what happened here? - he turned to the surprised donkey.
And then the Alphabet donkey understood why his friend Kocheryzhka was not afraid of either the Bear, or the Tiger, or even the Lion himself. He simply did not hear their terrible threats. Or maybe he heard and was not afraid? Who knows? But the street was not renamed. So it is called now - Kocheryzhkina street. And when the grandchildren of Kocheryzhka pass along the street, they usually rush after them:
Look! There are the grandchildren of that same rabbit who was not afraid of anyone!
Fairy tale "Fox-sister and wolf"
From the collection of A.N. Afanasyev "Russian children's fairy tales"
There lived a grandfather and a woman. Once a grandfather says to a woman:
You, woman, bake pies, and I will harness the sleigh and go for fish.
Caught fish and carries home a whole cart. Here he goes and sees: the fox curled up and lies on the road.
Grandfather got down from the cart, went up to the fox, but she didn’t stir, she lay there as if dead.
- Here is a gift for my wife! - said the grandfather, took the fox and put it on the cart, and he went ahead.
And the chanterelle only needed this: she began to throw out slowly from the cart everything for a fish and a fish, everything for a fish and a fish. She threw out all the fish and left.
Well, old woman, - says the grandfather, - what kind of collar did I bring you for a fur coat!
There, on the cart - both the fish and the collar.
The woman came up to the cart: no collar, no fish - and began to scold her husband:
Oh, you are so-and-so! You still dare to cheat!
Then the grandfather realized that the fox was not dead. I grieved, I grieved, but there was nothing to do.
Meanwhile, the chanterelle gathered all the scattered fish in a pile, sat down on the road and eats for itself.
Comes to her Gray wolf:
Hello sister! Give me fish!
Catch yourself and eat.
I can't!
Eka, because I caught it! Go to the river, dip your tail into the hole, sit and say: “Catch, fish, both small and large! Catch, fish, both small and large! The fish itself is on your tail and clings.
The wolf ran to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sits and says:
Catch, fish, big and small!
And the cold is getting stronger and stronger. The wolf's tail froze tightly. The wolf sat on the river all night.
And in the morning the women came to the hole for water, saw the wolf and shouted:
Wolf, wolf! Beat him!
The wolf - back and forth, can not pull the tail. Baba threw the buckets and began to beat him with a yoke. Bila-bila, the wolf torn, torn, tore off his tail and took to his heels.
A wolf runs, and a fox meets him, his head is tied with a scarf.
So, - the wolf cries, - did you teach me how to fish? They beat me, cut off my tail!
Eh, wolf! - says the fox. “Your tail was torn off, but my whole head was smashed. I'm running hard!
And that's true, says the wolf. - Where are you, fox, go. Get on me, I'll take you.
A fox rides on a wolf and chuckles: “The beaten one is lucky. The wolf has no mind, no sense! 
Fairy tale "Fox with a rolling pin"
Russian folk tale
The fox walked along the path, found a rock. She got up and moved on. She came to the village and knocked on the hut:
Knock - knock - knock!
We are tight without you.
Yes, I will not press you: I myself will lie down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove.
They let her in.
So she lay herself down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove. Early in the morning the fox got up, burned his rolling pin, and then asked:
Where is my rock? Give me a chicken for her!
Man - nothing to do! - gave her a chicken for a rolling pin. The fox took the chicken, goes and sings:
The fox walked along the path,
Found a rock
For a rolling pin
Got a chicken!
She came to another village:
Knock - knock - knock!
I'm a fox-sister! Let's sleep over!
We are tight without you.
Yes, I will not press you: I myself will lie down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the chicken under the stove.
They let her in. The fox lay down on the bench by itself, the tail under the bench, and the hen under the stove. Early in the morning, the fox slowly got up, grabbed the chicken, ate it, and then said:
Where is my chicken? Give me a goose for her!
Nothing can be done, the owner had to give her a goose for a chicken.
The fox took the goose, goes and sings:
The fox walked along the path.
Found a rock
I took a chicken by the rock,
I took a goose for a chicken!
She came in the evening to the third village:
Knock - knock - knock!
I'm a fox-sister! Let's sleep over!
We are tight without you.
Yes, I will not press you: I myself will lie down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the goose under the stove.
They let her in. The fox lay down on the bench by itself, the tail under the bench, the goose under the stove. In the morning, at a little light, the fox jumped up, grabbed the goose, ate it and said:
And where is my goose? Give me a girl for her!
And it’s a pity to give a girl to a man. He put a big dog in a bag and gave it to the fox:
Take, fox, girl!
Here the fox took the bag, went out onto the road and said:
Girl, sing songs!
And the dog in the bag how growls! The fox was frightened, threw the bag - yes, run ... Then the dog jumped out of the bag - yes, after her! The fox ran from the dog - ran and darted into the hole under the stump. Sits there and says:
My ears, my ears! What did you do?
We all listened.
And you, legs, what did you do?
We all ran.
What about you, eyes?
We all looked.
What about you tail?
And I prevented you from running.
And you interfered! Well, wait, I'll ask you! - And stuck her tail out of the hole:
Eat it, dog! Then the dog grabbed the fox's tail, pulled the fox out of the hole and let's wag it! 
Fairy tale "The Cockerel and the Beanstalk"
Russian folktale
There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, and the hen says:
Petya, don't rush. Petya, don't be in a hurry.
Once a cockerel was pecking at bean seeds and in a hurry and choked. Choking, not breathing, as if dead. The chicken was frightened, rushed to the hostess, shouting:
Oh, hostess, give me some oil, grease the neck: he choked on a bean seed.
Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and then I will beat the butter.
The hen rushed to the cow.
Cow, dove, give me milk as soon as possible, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
Go quickly to the owner. Let him bring me fresh grass.
The chicken runs to the owner.
Master! Hurry, give the cow fresh grass, she will give milk, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the cockerel's neck with butter: he choked, he lies not breathing.
Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.
The hen rushed with all its might to the blacksmith.
Blacksmith, give the master a good scythe. The owner will give grass to the cow, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will grease the neck of the cockerel: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner mowed fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, gave butter to the hen. The chicken smeared the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and shouted at the top of his lungs: “Ku-ka-re-ku!” 
Fairy tale "Caught that bit"
The beaver ran to the badger and asked:
Your footprint on the edge?
My! - answers the badger.
Well, I congratulate you! The fox is following you.
Where is it going? - the badger was frightened.
Here goes!
Maybe it's not your footprint yet, - said the beaver.
Not mine. This is a mouse trail. It's behind him, so the fox...
Is it good to pester the big ones?” the fox asked, grabbed the beaver and threw it away. The beaver fell right into the hollow to the forest bees.
I don't eat honey, said the beaver quickly. He's nasty.
The bees were indignant and rushed to the beaver.
No, no, - the beaver corrected, - honey is fine, but I don’t eat it.
And the badger caught up with the mouse and shouted:
Mouse, run!
Where to run? - the mouse was surprised.
The badger wanted to explain everything to him, but the fox threatened the badger with his fist from behind a tree.
Uh-uh ... - said the cowardly badger, - run wherever you want. Go. Walk.
Why didn't you warn the mouse? asked the beaver.
Why didn't you stop the fox? asked the badger.
The mouse walked and did not notice anything. And the fox crept up quite close. The mouse went out into the clearing, and there was a hut.
A hare is sitting in the window, drinking tea.
Hey, little mouse, - said the hare, - and behind you is this ... like his ... red fox.
Where? - the mouse rejoiced.
He turned around, saw the fox and shouted:
Aha! Caught that bit! 
And the mouse rushed at the fox. The fox was at first confused, but then he nevertheless grabbed the mouse. And then a bear peeked out of the window.
What's happened? - he asked.
Ah ... nothing! - answered the hare. - They beat the fox.
The fox was frightened of the bear and released the mouse. And the mouse hit the fox right in the nose.
A beaver and a badger watched the whole scene from behind a bush and "cheered" for the mouse.
Eh! That's not how it should have been hit! - said the beaver.
But as? asked the badger.
Beaver showed how.
Get this one of yours away from me! - the fox shouted and backed away from the mouse.
Finally, the fox could not stand it and rushed to run away. The mouse ran after him. The beaver and the badger also chased. But the fox ran so fast that he was not caught.
Don't be afraid of him, - said the mouse to his friends. - If anything, you call me.
And they all sang a song together:
We are in good mood we walk through the forests.
Whoever wants to offend us - he will get a mustache.
Fairy tale "Different wheels"
There is a stump, on a stump - a teremok. And in the tower live Mushka, Frog, Hedgehog and Golden Scallop Cockerel. Somehow they went to the forest for flowers, for mushrooms, for berries. We walked and walked through the forest and came out into a clearing. They look - and there is an empty cart. The cart is empty, but not simple - all the wheels are different: one is a very small wheel, the other is larger, the third is medium, and the fourth is a big, big wheel. The cart seems to have been standing for a long time: mushrooms grow under it. Fly, Frog, Hedgehog and Cockerel are standing, looking and wondering. Then the Hare jumped out of the bushes onto the road, also looks, laughs.
Is this your cart? - ask the Hare.
No, it's Bear's cart. He did it, did it, did not finish it, and abandoned it. Here she stands. 
- Let's take the cart home, - said the Hedgehog. Useful on the farm.
Come on, the others said.
They all began to push the cart, but it does not go: all its wheels are different.
Again the Hedgehog guessed:
Let's take everything on the wheel.
Let's!
They removed the wheels from the cart, and rolled home: Fly - a small wheel, Hedgehog - a larger one, Frog - medium ... And the Cockerel jumped onto the largest wheel, sorted it out with his legs, flapped his wings and shouted:
Ku-ka-re-ku!
The hare laughs: - Here are the eccentrics, different wheels rolled home!
Meanwhile, Fly, Hedgehog, Frog and Cockerel rolled the wheels home and thought: what to do with them?
I know, - said Mushka, took the smallest wheel - she made a spinning wheel. The hedgehog attached two sticks to his wheel - the wheelbarrow came out.
I also came up with, - said the Frog, and attached a larger wheel to the well, so that it would be better to take water. And the Cockerel lowered the big wheel into the stream, put the millstones and built the mill. 
All the wheels on the farm came in handy: A fly spins threads on a spinning wheel, A frog carries water from a well - waters a garden, A hedgehog carries mushrooms, berries, firewood from a forest on a wheelbarrow. And the Cockerel grinds flour in the mill. Somehow the Hare came to them to see their life.
And he was received as a dear guest: Mushka knitted his mittens, Frog treated him with carrots from the garden, Hedgehog - mushrooms and berries, and Cockerel with pies and cheesecakes. The Hare was embarrassed.
Forgive me, he says, I laughed at you, and now I see - in skillful hands and different wheels can come in handy.
Fairy tale "Mitten"
Russian folktale
The grandfather was walking through the forest, and the dog was running after him. Grandfather walked, walked, and dropped his mitten. Here is a mouse running, got into this mitten and says:
Here I will live.
And at this time the frog jump-jump! asks:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
Mouse-scratch. And who are you?
And I'm a jumping frog. Let me go too!
Here are two of them. Bunny is running. He ran up to the mitten and asked:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
Scratching mouse, jumping frog. And who are you?
And I'm a runaway bunny. Let me go too!
Go. Here are three of them. 
fox running:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog and a running bunny. And who are you?
And I'm a fox-sister. Let me go too!
There are already four of them. Look, a top runs - and also to the mitten, and asks: - Who, who lives in the mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny and a sister fox. And who are you?
And I'm a top - a gray barrel. Let me go too!
Well, go!
This one got in, there were already five of them. Out of nowhere - a wild boar wanders:
Chro-chro-chro, who lives in a mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny, a fox-sister and a spinning top - a gray barrel. And who are you?
And I'm a fang boar. Let me go too! That's the trouble, everyone is hunting in a mitten.
You can't even get in!
Somehow I'll get in, let me in!
Well, what can you do with you, climb!
Get in this one too. There are already six of them. And they are so crowded that they can’t turn around! And then the branches crackled: a bear crawls out and also approaches the mitten, roars:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a runaway bunny, a sister fox, a spinning top - a gray barrel and a fang boar. And who are you?
Gu-gu-gu, there are too many of you! And I'm a teddy bear. Let me go too!
How can we let you in? Because it's so tight.
Yes, somehow!
Well, go, only from the edge!
This one climbed in too - seven became, and so crowded that the mitten of that and look, it will break. In the meantime, grandfather was missing - there is no mitten. He then returned to look for her. The dog ran forward. She ran, ran, looks - the mitten lies and moves. The dog then: - Woof-woof-woof! The animals were frightened, escaped from the mitten - and scattered through the forest. And grandfather came and took the mitten.
Fairy tale "Straw goby, tar barrel"
Russian folktale
There lived a grandfather and a woman. They lived in poverty. They didn't have a goat or a hen. This is what grandma says to grandpa:
Make, grandfather, a straw bull for me and pitch it.
Why are you such a bull? - the grandfather was surprised.
Do it, I know why.
Grandfather made a bull out of straw and pitched it. The next morning the woman drove the bull to the meadow to graze, and she herself went home. Here the bear comes out of the forest. I saw a bull, went up to him and asked:
Who are you?
If you are resinous, let me patch up the tattered side of the straw.
Take it! - says the bull.
The bear grabs him by the side - and he's stuck, he can't tear his paw off. 
Meanwhile, the woman looked out the window and to her grandfather:
Grandfather, a bull-calf caught a bear for us.
The grandfather jumped out, dragged the bear and threw it into the cellar. The next day, the woman again drove the bull to the meadow to graze, and she herself went home. Here a gray wolf jumps out of the forest. The wolf saw the bull and asked:
Who are you? Tell me!
I am a straw goby resin barrel.
If you are resinous, let me pitch the side of the resin, otherwise the dogs skinned me.
The wolf wanted to tear off the resin - and stuck. And the woman looked out the window and saw that the goby was dragging the wolf. I quickly told my grandfather. And grandfather put the wolf in the cellar.
The next day, the woman again took the bull to graze. This time the fox ran to the bull.
Who are you? - the fox asks the goby.
I am a straw bull, a tar barrel.
Give me a little bit of straw, goby, put it on my side, otherwise the dogs almost took off my skin.
The fox stuck too. Grandfather put the fox in the cellar. And the next day, the rabbit was also caught.
Here the grandfather sat down at the cellar and began to sharpen his knife. And the bear asks him:
Grandpa, why are you sharpening a knife?
I want to remove the skin from you, to sew a sheepskin coat.
Oh, don't ruin it, let it go free, and I'll bring you honey. The grandfather released the bear, and he sharpens the knife further.
Grandpa, why are you sharpening a knife? - asks the wolf.
I'll skin you and sew your hats.
Oh, let me go, grandfather, I'll bring you sheep.
The grandfather released the wolf, and he continues to sharpen the knife. The fox stuck out its muzzle and asked:
Grandfather! Why are you sharpening your knife?
Oh, yours is good, fox skin on the collar.
Do not ruin me, grandfather, I will bring you geese.
Grandpa, why are you sharpening your knife now?
Bunnies have a soft, warm skin - good mittens will come out.
Don't ruin me! I'll bring you a bead, I'll bring you a ribbon, let it go free. Grandfather let him go.
The next morning, just before light, someone knocks on their door. Grandfather looked out - and this bear brought a whole hive of honey. Grandfather took honey, just lay down, and at the door again: knock-knock! Grandfather came out - and this wolf drove the sheep. Soon the fox brought chickens, geese and all kinds of birds. And the bunny pulled beads, and earrings, and ribbons. Both grandfather and grandmother are happy. They have lived well ever since.
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
It stands in the field of a teremok-teremok.
He is not low, not high, not high.
A mouse runs past. I saw the tower, stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
Nobody responds.
The mouse entered the tower and began to live in it.
A frog jumped up to the tower and asked:
- I'm a mouse-norushka! And who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with me!
The frog jumped into the tower. They began to live together.
Runaway bunny runs past. Stop and ask:
- Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse-norushka!
- I'm a frog. And who are you?
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- Come live with us!
Hare jump into the tower! They began to live together.
The little fox is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny. And who are you?
- And I'm a fox-sister.
- Come live with us!
The fox climbed into the tower. The four of them began to live.
A top came running - a gray barrel, looked in the door and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- I'm a fox-sister. And who are you?
- And I'm a top - a gray barrel.
- Come live with us!
The wolf got into the tower. The five of them began to live.
Here they all live in the tower, they sing songs.
Suddenly, a clumsy bear walks by. The bear saw the teremok, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- I'm a fox-sister.
- I, the top - a gray barrel. And who are you?
- And I'm a clumsy bear.
- Come live with us!
The bear climbed into the tower.
Lez-climb, climb-climb - he just couldn't get in and says:
“I’d rather live on your roof.”
- Yes, you crush us!
- No, I won't.
- Well, get down! The bear climbed onto the roof.
Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the teremok. The tower crackled, fell on its side and fell apart.
Barely managed to jump out of it:
mink mouse,
frog,
runaway bunny,
fox-sister,
the spinning top is a gray barrel, everyone is safe and sound.
They began to carry logs, cut boards - to build a new tower. Built better than before!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
There lived an old man and an old woman. This is what the old man asks:
- Bake me, old gingerbread man.
- Yes, from what to bake something? There is no flour.
- Oh, old woman! Mark on the barn, scrape on the twigs - that's enough.
The old woman did just that: she scooped, scraped a handful of two flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled up a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
Tired of the kolobok lying: he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumped over the threshold into the hallway, from the hay to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and there through the gate, further and further.
A bun rolls along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, do not eat me, oblique, but rather listen to what song I will sing to you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you rabbit
Don't be smart about leaving.
A gingerbread man rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!
- Don't eat me, gray wolf, I'll sing a song for you.
And the bun sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit.
From you wolf
A gingerbread man rolls through the forest, and a bear walks towards him, breaks brushwood, oppresses the bushes to the ground.
- Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man, I'll Eat You!
“Well, where are you, clubfoot, to eat me!” Listen to my song.
The gingerbread man sang, but Misha and his ears were not strong enough.
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream.
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
From you bear
Half a heart to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear only looked after him.
A gingerbread man rolls, and a fox meets him: - Hello, gingerbread man! What a pretty, ruddy little boy you are!
Gingerbread man is glad that he was praised, and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream.
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
Walked away from the bear
From you fox
Don't be smart about leaving.
- Nice song! - said the fox. - Yes, the trouble, my dear, is that I have become old - I can’t hear well. Sit on my face and sing one more time.
Gingerbread man was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox's face and sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun! ..
And his fox - um! - and ate it.
Russian folk tale "Three Bears"
One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for her way home, but she did not find it, but came to the house in the forest.
The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.
Three bears lived in this house.
One bear was a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy.
The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna.
The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.
There were two rooms in the house: one dining room, the other bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, very large, was Mikhaila Ivanycheva. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina; the third, little blue cup was Mishutkin.
Beside each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small. The girl took the biggest spoon and drank from the biggest cup; then she took the middle spoon and drank from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and drank from a little blue cup, and Mishutka's stew seemed to her the best of all.
The girl wanted to sit down and sees three chairs by the table: one large - Mikhail Ivanychev, another smaller - Nastasya Petrovnin and the third small, with a blue cushion - Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair - it was awkward on it; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed—it was so good. She took the little blue cup on her knees and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to swing on a chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She got up, picked up a chair and went to another room.
There were three beds; one large one is for Mikhail Ivanychev, another medium one is for Nastasya Petrovna, and the third small one is for Mishutkin. The girl lay down in a large one - it was too spacious for her; lay down in the middle - it was too high; she lay down in the little one - the bed fit her just right, and she fell asleep.
And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.
The big bear took his cup, looked and roared scary voice: — Who sipped in my cup? Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
— Who sipped in my cup?
But Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
— Who sipped in my cup and you sipped all of it?
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:
Nastasya Petrovna glanced at her chair and growled not so loudly:
— Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?
Mishutka saw his chair and squeaked:
Who was sitting on my chair and broke it?
The bears came to another room.
“Who got into my bed and wrinkled it up? roared Mikhailo Ivanovich in a terrible voice.
“Who got into my bed and wrinkled it up? growled Nastasya Petrovna, not so loudly.
And Mishenka set up a bench, climbed into his bed and squeaked in a thin voice:
Who got into my bed?
And suddenly he saw a girl and squealed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold on! Hold on! Here she is! Ay-ya-yay! Hold on!
He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.
Russian folk tale "Zayushkina's hut"
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an icy hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here is the fox teasing the hare:
- My hut is light, and yours is dark! Mine is light, yours is dark!
Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.
Fox and asks for a hare:
- Let me go, hare, at least to your yard!
- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
The fox began to beg more. The hare let her into his yard.
The next day, the fox asks again:
- Let me, hare, on the porch.
The fox begged, begged, the hare agreed and let the fox on the porch.
On the third day, the fox asks again:
- Let me go, hare, into the hut.
- No, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
She begged, she begged, the hare let her into the hut. The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is on the stove.
On the fourth day, the fox asks again:
- Zainka, zainka, let me on the stove to your place!
- No, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
She asked, asked the fox, and begged for it - the hare let her go on the stove.
A day passed, another - the fox began to drive the hare out of the hut:
"Get out, scythe." I don't want to live with you!
So she kicked out.
The hare sits and cries, grieves, wipes away tears with its paws.
Running past the dog
— Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! What, bunny, are you crying about?
How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. “We’ll kick her out.”
- No, don't kick me out!
- No, let's get out! Approached the hut:
— Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! Go, fox, get out! And she told them from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The dogs got scared and ran away.
Again the bunny sits and cries.
A wolf is walking by
- What are you crying about, bunny?
- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won't. They drove the dogs - they didn’t kick them out, and you won’t kick them out.
- No, I'll take it out.
— Uyyy... Uyyy... Go, fox, get out!
And she from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The wolf got scared and ran away.
Here the hare sits and cries again.
An old bear is coming.
- What are you crying about, bunny?
- How can I, bear, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won't. The dogs drove, drove - did not drive out, the gray wolf drove, drove - did not drive out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll take it out.
The bear went to the hut and growled:
— Rrrr... rrr... Go, fox, get out!
And she from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The bear got scared and left.
Again the hare sits and cries.
A rooster is coming, carrying a scythe.
— Ku-ka-re-ku! Zainka, what are you crying about?
- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
- Do not worry, zainka, I'm chasing you a fox.
- No, you won't. Dogs drove - not kicked out, the gray wolf drove, drove - did not drive out, the old bear drove, drove - did not drive out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll take it out.
The rooster went to the hut:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
The fox heard, got scared and said:
- I'm getting dressed...
Rooster again:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
And the fox says:
I put on a coat...
Rooster for the third time:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
The fox was frightened, jumped off the stove - yes, run away.
And the hare and the rooster began to live and live.
Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"
There lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Masha.
Once the girlfriends gathered in the forest - for mushrooms and for berries. They came to call Mashenka with them.
- Grandfather, grandmother, - says Masha, - let me go into the forest with my friends!
Grandparents answer:
- Go, just watch your girlfriends do not lag behind - otherwise you will get lost.
The girls came to the forest, began to pick mushrooms and berries. Here Masha - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far from her girlfriends.
She began to haunt, began to call them. And the girlfriends do not hear, do not respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees - there is a hut. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut, sat down by the window on a bench. Sit down and think:
“Who lives here? Why can't you see anyone?"
And in that hut lived a huge honey, after all. Only he was not at home then: he walked through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Masha, was delighted.
“Aha,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will heat the stove, you will cook porridge, feed me porridge.
Masha grieve, grieved, but nothing can be done. She began to live with a bear in a hut.
The bear will go into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is punished not to leave the hut anywhere without him.
“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch it anyway and then I’ll eat it!”
Mashenka began to think how she could escape from the bear. Around the forest, in which direction to go - does not know, there is no one to ask ...
She thought and thought and thought.
Once a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
- Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I will bring gifts to my grandmother and grandfather.
“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me the gifts, I'll take them myself!
And Mashenka needs it!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
“Here, look: I will put pies in this box, and you take them to your grandfather and grandmother.” Yes, remember: do not open the box on the way, do not take out the pies. I'll climb into the oak tree, I'll follow you!
- Okay, - the bear answers, - let's box!
Mashenka says:
- Get out on the porch, see if it's raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Masha immediately climbed into the box, and put a dish of pies on her head.
The bear returned, he sees that the box is ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between the fir trees, a bear wanders between birches, descends into ravines, rises to the hillocks. Walked, walked, got tired and said:
And Mashenka from the box:
- See see!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
“Look, what a big-eyed one,” says the honey, after all, “sees everything!”
- I'll sit on a stump, eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
- See see!
Don't sit on a stump, don't eat a pie!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
The bear was surprised.
- What a clever one! Sits high, looks far!
I got up and walked faster.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandfather and grandmother lived, and let's knock on the gate with all our might:
- Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you presents from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. From all yards they run, bark.
The bear was frightened, put the box at the gate and set off into the forest without looking back.
- What's in the box? Grandma says.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looked and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box - alive and well.
Grandpa and grandma rejoiced. They began to hug, kiss, and call Mashenka a clever girl.
Russian folk tale "The Wolf and the Goats"
Once upon a time there lived a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass, to drink icy water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock up the hut and won't go anywhere themselves.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs along the notch.
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids will unlock the door and let the mother in. She will feed them, give them a drink, and again go into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves tightly.
The wolf overheard the goat singing.
Once the goat left, the wolf ran to the hut and shouted in a thick voice:
- You kids!
You goats!
open up
open up
Your mother has come
She brought milk.
Hooves full of water!
The goats answer him:
The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the forge and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith cut his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came - she brought milk;
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids let their mother in and let's tell how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed and watered the kids and severely punished:
- Whoever comes to the hut, begins to ask in a thick voice and does not go through everything that I recite to you, do not open the door, do not let anyone in.
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked to the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came - she brought milk;
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. Only one kid was buried in the oven.
The goat is coming. No matter how much she called, or lamented, no one answered her. He sees the door is open. I ran into the hut - there is no one there. I looked into the oven and found one kid.
How the goat found out about her misfortune, how she sat on the bench - she began to grieve, cry bitterly:
- Oh, you, my children, goats!
To which they opened, they opened,
Did the bad wolf get it?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
- What are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your goats. Full of grief, let's go to the forest, take a walk.
They went into the forest, and there was a hole in the forest, and a fire was burning in the hole.
The goat says to the wolf:
- Come on, wolf, let's try, who will jump over the pit?
They began to jump. The goat jumped over, and the wolf jumped and fell into a hot hole.
His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, yes - jump to the mother!
And they began to live, to live as before.
Russian folk tale "Geese-swans"
There lived a husband and a wife. They had a daughter, Masha, and a son, Vanyushka.
Once father and mother gathered in the city and said to Masha:
- Well, daughter, be smart: don't go anywhere, take care of your brother. And we will bring you presents from the bazaar.
So the father and mother left, and Masha put her brother on the grass under the window and ran out into the street, to her friends.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, swan geese swooped in, picked up Vanyushka, put him on wings and carried him away.
Masha returned, looking - there is no brother! She gasped, rushed back and forth - Vanyushka was nowhere to be seen. She called, she called - her brother did not respond. Masha began to cry, but tears cannot help grief. She is to blame, she herself must find her brother.
Masha ran out into the open field, looked around. He sees that geese-swans rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest.
Masha guessed that it was the geese-swans that had carried away her brother, and rushed to catch up with them.
She ran, she ran, she sees - there is a stove in the field. Masha to her:
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the swan geese fly to?
“Throw wood at me,” says the stove, “then I’ll tell you!”
Masha quickly chopped wood and threw it into the stove.
The stove said which way to run.
He sees - there is an apple tree, all hung with ruddy apples, branches bent down to the very ground. Masha to her:
- Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the swan geese fly to?
- Shake my apples, otherwise all the branches are bent - it's hard to stand!
Masha shook the apples, the apple tree lifted the branches, straightened the leaves. Masha showed the way.
- Milk river - kissel banks, where did the swan geese fly?
- A stone fell into me, - the river answers, - prevents the milk from flowing further. Move it to the side - then I'll tell you where Swan geese flew.
Masha broke off a large branch, moved the stone. The river murmured, told Masha where to run, where to look for swan geese.
Masha ran and ran and ran to the dense forest. She stood at the edge and did not know where to go now, what to do. He looks - a hedgehog sits under a stump.
“Hedgehog, hedgehog,” Masha asks, “didn’t you see where the swan geese flew to?
Hedgehog says:
“Wherever I go, go there, too!”
He curled up in a ball and rolled between the fir trees, between the birches. Rolled, rolled and rolled to the hut on chicken legs.
Masha looks - the Baba Yaga is sitting in that hut, spinning yarn. And Vanyushka is playing with golden apples near the porch.
Masha crept quietly to the hut, grabbed her brother and ran home.
A little later, Baba Yaga looked out the window: the boy is gone! She called the swan geese:
- Hurry, swan geese, fly in pursuit!
Geese-swans soared, screamed, flew away.
And Masha runs, carries her brother, does not feel her legs under her. I looked back - I saw swan geese ... What should I do? She ran to the milk river - jelly banks. And the swan geese scream, flap their wings, catch up with her ...
“River, river,” Masha asks, “hide us!”
The river put her and her brother under a steep bank, hid them from the swan geese.
The swan geese did not see Masha, they flew past.
Masha came out from under the steep bank, thanked the river and ran again.
And the geese-swans saw her - they returned, they fly towards her. Masha ran up to the apple tree:
- Apple tree, apple tree, hide me!
The apple tree covered it with branches, with wings covered with leaves. The swan geese circled and circled, did not find Masha and Vanyushka, and flew past.
Masha came out from under the apple tree, thanked her and started running again!
She runs, carries her brother, it’s not far from home ... Yes, unfortunately, the swan geese saw her again - and well, after her! They cackle, swoop in, flap their wings over their very heads - just look, Vanyushka will be pulled out of his hands ... It's good that the stove is nearby. Masha to her:
“Stove, stove, hide me!”
The stove hid it, closed it with a damper. The swan geese flew up to the stove, let's open the damper, but it wasn't there. They poked themselves into the chimney, but they didn’t hit the stove, they only smeared the wings with soot.
They circled, circled, shouted, shouted, and so on with nothing and returned to Baba Yaga ...
And Masha and her brother got out of the stove and went home at full speed. She ran home, washed her brother, combed her hair, put him on a bench, and sat next to him herself.
Here soon both the father and mother returned from the city, the gifts were brought.
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| Name of the fairy tale | Source | Rating |
|---|---|---|
| Vasilisa the Beautiful | Russian traditional | 313861 |
| Morozko | Russian traditional | 213714 |
| Aibolit | Korney Chukovsky | 886418 |
| Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor | Arabian tale | 201308 |
| Snowman | Andersen H.K. | 119145 |
| Moidodyr | Korney Chukovsky | 887554 |
| Ax porridge | Russian traditional | 229631 |
| The Scarlet Flower | Aksakov S.T. | 1279020 |
| Teremok | Russian traditional | 342385 |
| Fly Tsokotukha | Korney Chukovsky | 902549 |
| Mermaid | Andersen H.K. | 377115 |
| Fox and crane | Russian traditional | 186747 |
| Barmaley | Korney Chukovsky | 401771 |
| Fedorino grief | Korney Chukovsky | 683070 |
| Sivka-Burka | Russian traditional | 168518 |
| Green oak near Lukomorye | Pushkin A.S. | 688092 |
| Twelve months | Samuil Marshak | 702537 |
| The Bremen Town Musicians | Brothers Grimm | 254443 |
| Puss in Boots | Charles Perrault | 374201 |
| The Tale of Tsar Saltan | Pushkin A.S. | 570008 |
| The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish | Pushkin A.S. | 529533 |
| Tale of dead princess and seven heroes | Pushkin A.S. | 262580 |
| The Tale of the Golden Cockerel | Pushkin A.S. | 213778 |
| Thumbelina | Andersen H.K. | 166034 |
| The Snow Queen | Andersen H.K. | 222156 |
| Walkers | Andersen H.K. | 26088 |
| sleeping Beauty | Charles Perrault | 82464 |
| Little Red Riding Hood | Charles Perrault | 194180 |
| Tom Thumb | Charles Perrault | 136481 |
| Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs | Brothers Grimm | 144058 |
| Snow White and Scarlet | Brothers Grimm | 37997 |
| The wolf and the seven Young goats | Brothers Grimm | 123463 |
| hare and hedgehog | Brothers Grimm | 116556 |
| Mrs. Metelitsa | Brothers Grimm | 81419 |
| sweet porridge | Brothers Grimm | 169886 |
| Princess on the Pea | Andersen H.K. | 98148 |
| Crane and Heron | Russian traditional | 25656 |
| Cinderella | Charles Perrault | 267424 |
| Tale of stupid little mouse | Samuil Marshak | 292228 |
| Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves | Arabian tale | 116931 |
| Magic lamp of Aladdin | Arabian tale | 190321 |
| cat, rooster and fox | Russian traditional | 110547 |
| Hen Ryaba | Russian traditional | 277845 |
| fox and cancer | Russian traditional | 80554 |
| Sister fox and wolf | Russian traditional | 69461 |
| Masha and the Bear | Russian traditional | 239822 |
| The Sea King and Vasilisa the Wise | Russian traditional | 75663 |
| Snow Maiden | Russian traditional | 48546 |
| Three piglets | Russian traditional | 1581732 |
| ugly duck | Andersen H.K. | 114303 |
| Wild Swans | Andersen H.K. | 48680 |
| Flint | Andersen H.K. | 68547 |
| Ole Lukoye | Andersen H.K. | 106448 |
| The Steadfast Tin Soldier | Andersen H.K. | 42729 |
| Baba Yaga | Russian traditional | 116355 |
| Magic pipe | Russian traditional | 116205 |
| magic ring | Russian traditional | 136850 |
| Woe | Russian traditional | 19558 |
| Swan geese | Russian traditional | 65978 |
| Daughter and stepdaughter | Russian traditional | 20984 |
| Ivan Tsarevich and the Grey Wolf | Russian traditional | 60539 |
| Treasure | Russian traditional | 43641 |
| Kolobok | Russian traditional | 144864 |
| living water | Brothers Grimm | 74629 |
| Rapunzel | Brothers Grimm | 118631 |
| Rumplestiltskin | Brothers Grimm | 38964 |
| A pot of porridge | Brothers Grimm | 69607 |
| King Thrushbeard | Brothers Grimm | 23695 |
| little men | Brothers Grimm | 53047 |
| Hansel and Gretel | Brothers Grimm | 28758 |
| golden goose | Brothers Grimm | 36468 |
| Mrs. Metelitsa | Brothers Grimm | 19564 |
| Worn out shoes | Brothers Grimm | 28122 |
| Straw, coal and bean | Brothers Grimm | 25107 |
| twelve brothers | Brothers Grimm | 19560 |
| Spindle, hook and needle | Brothers Grimm | 25716 |
| Friendship of a cat and a mouse | Brothers Grimm | 32311 |
| Wren and bear | Brothers Grimm | 26102 |
| royal children | Brothers Grimm | 20876 |
| Brave little tailor | Brothers Grimm | 32474 |
| crystal ball | Brothers Grimm | 53757 |
| queen bee | Brothers Grimm | 34738 |
| Smart Gretel | Brothers Grimm | 19557 |
| Three lucky people | Brothers Grimm | 19573 |
| Three spins | Brothers Grimm | 19558 |
| Three snake leaves | Brothers Grimm | 19601 |
| Three brothers | Brothers Grimm | 19602 |
| glass mountain old man | Brothers Grimm | 19567 |
| Tale of the fisherman and his wife | Brothers Grimm | 19559 |
| underground man | Brothers Grimm | 25205 |
| Donkey | Brothers Grimm | 21619 |
| Ocheski | Brothers Grimm | 19426 |
| The Frog King, or Iron Henry | Brothers Grimm | 19568 |
| six swans | Brothers Grimm | 22115 |
| Marya Morevna | Russian traditional | 34780 |
| Miraculous miracle, wonderful miracle | Russian traditional | 38412 |
| two frosts | Russian traditional | 35558 |
| The most expensive | Russian traditional | 29794 |
| Miraculous shirt | Russian traditional | 34834 |
| frost and hare | Russian traditional | 34798 |
| How the fox learned to fly | Russian traditional | 42642 |
| Ivan the Fool | Russian traditional | 32185 |
| Fox and jug | Russian traditional | 23242 |
| bird language | Russian traditional | 20088 |
| soldier and devil | Russian traditional | 19575 |
| crystal mountain | Russian traditional | 22827 |
| Tricky Science | Russian traditional | 24759 |
| smart guy | Russian traditional | 19641 |
| Snow Maiden and Fox | Russian traditional | 55877 |
| Word | Russian traditional | 19582 |
| fast messenger | Russian traditional | 19564 |
| Seven Simeons | Russian traditional | 19550 |
| About the old grandmother | Russian traditional | 21161 |
| Go there - I don't know where, bring something - I don't know what | Russian traditional | 45006 |
| By pike command | Russian traditional | 61679 |
| Rooster and millstones | Russian traditional | 19556 |
| Shepherd's Pipe | Russian traditional | 26276 |
| petrified kingdom | Russian traditional | 19607 |
| ABOUT rejuvenating apples and living water | Russian traditional | 32451 |
| Goat Dereza | Russian traditional | 30309 |
| Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber | Russian traditional | 24441 |
| cockerel and bean seed | Russian traditional | 48744 |
| Ivan - peasant son and miracle yudo | Russian traditional | 25401 |
| Three Bears | Russian traditional | 417336 |
| Fox and black grouse | Russian traditional | 21534 |
| Tar barrel goby | Russian traditional | 66710 |
| Baba Yaga and berries | Russian traditional | 33432 |
| Fight on Kalinov bridge | Russian traditional | 20113 |
| Finist-clear falcon | Russian traditional | 46869 |
| Princess Nesmeyana | Russian traditional | 117560 |
| Tops and roots | Russian traditional | 50407 |
| Winter hut of animals | Russian traditional | 36659 |
| flying ship | Russian traditional | 64985 |
| Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka | Russian traditional | 33371 |
| Cockerel golden comb | Russian traditional | 40703 |
| Zayushkina hut | Russian traditional | 120265 |
Listening to fairy tales, children not only acquire necessary knowledge, but also learn to build relationships in society, relating themselves to one or another fictional character. On the experience of the relationship between fairy tale characters the child understands that it is not worth unconditionally trusting strangers. Our site presents the most famous fairy tales for your children. choose interesting tales in the presented table.
Why is it useful to read fairy tales?
Various plots of the fairy tale help the child to understand that the world around him can be contradictory and rather complicated. While listening to the adventures of the hero, children are confronted virtually with injustice, hypocrisy and pain. But this is how a baby learns to appreciate love, honesty, friendship and beauty. Always having a happy ending, fairy tales help the baby to be an optimist and resist all sorts of life's troubles.
The entertainment component of fairy tales should not be underestimated. Listening fascinating stories has a lot of advantages, for example, in comparison with watching cartoons - there is no threat to the baby's vision. Moreover, listening to children's fairy tales performed by parents, the baby learns many new words and learns to correctly articulate sounds. It is difficult to overestimate the importance of this, because it has long been proven by scientists that nothing affects the future so much. comprehensive development child as early speech development.
What are fairy tales for children?
Fairy tales there are different ones: magical - exciting children's imagination with a riot of fantasy; household - telling about a simple Everyday life, in which magic is also possible; about animals - where the leading characters are not people, but various animals so dearly loved by children. Our website presents a large number of such tales. Here you can read for free what will be interesting to the baby. Convenient navigation will help make finding the right material quick and easy.
Read annotations to give the child the right to independently choose a fairy tale, because most modern child psychologists believe that the pledge future love Toddlers to reading lies in the freedom of choice of material. We give you and your child unlimited freedom in choosing wonderful children's fairy tales!
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
It stands in the field of a teremok-teremok.
He is not low, not high, not high.
A mouse runs past. I saw the tower, stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
Nobody responds.
The mouse entered the tower and began to live in it.
A frog jumped up to the tower and asked:
- I'm a mouse-norushka! And who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with me!
The frog jumped into the tower. They began to live together.
Runaway bunny runs past. Stop and ask:
- Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse-norushka!
- I'm a frog. And who are you?
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- Come live with us!
Hare jump into the tower! They began to live together.
The little fox is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny. And who are you?
- And I'm a fox-sister.
- Come live with us!
The fox climbed into the tower. The four of them began to live.
A top came running - a gray barrel, looked in the door and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- I'm a fox-sister. And who are you?
- And I'm a top - a gray barrel.
- Come live with us!
The wolf got into the tower. The five of them began to live.
Here they all live in the tower, they sing songs.
Suddenly, a clumsy bear walks by. The bear saw the teremok, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- I'm a fox-sister.
- I, the top - a gray barrel. And who are you?
- And I'm a clumsy bear.
- Come live with us!
The bear climbed into the tower.
Lez-climb, climb-climb - he just couldn't get in and says:
“I’d rather live on your roof.”
- Yes, you crush us!
- No, I won't.
- Well, get down! The bear climbed onto the roof.
Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the teremok. The tower crackled, fell on its side and fell apart.
Barely managed to jump out of it:
mink mouse,
frog,
runaway bunny,
fox-sister,
the spinning top is a gray barrel, everyone is safe and sound.
They began to carry logs, cut boards - to build a new tower. Built better than before!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
There lived an old man and an old woman. This is what the old man asks:
- Bake me, old gingerbread man.
- Yes, from what to bake something? There is no flour.
- Oh, old woman! Mark on the barn, scrape on the twigs - that's enough.
The old woman did just that: she scooped, scraped a handful of two flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled up a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
Tired of the kolobok lying: he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumped over the threshold into the hallway, from the hay to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and there through the gate, further and further.
A bun rolls along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, do not eat me, oblique, but rather listen to what song I will sing to you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you rabbit
Don't be smart about leaving.
A gingerbread man rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!
- Don't eat me, gray wolf, I'll sing a song for you.
And the bun sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit.
From you wolf
A gingerbread man rolls through the forest, and a bear walks towards him, breaks brushwood, oppresses the bushes to the ground.
- Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man, I'll Eat You!
“Well, where are you, clubfoot, to eat me!” Listen to my song.
The gingerbread man sang, but Misha and his ears were not strong enough.
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream.
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
From you bear
Half a heart to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear only looked after him.
A gingerbread man rolls, and a fox meets him: - Hello, gingerbread man! What a pretty, ruddy little boy you are!
Gingerbread man is glad that he was praised, and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream.
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
Walked away from the bear
From you fox
Don't be smart about leaving.
- Nice song! - said the fox. - Yes, the trouble, my dear, is that I have become old - I can’t hear well. Sit on my face and sing one more time.
Gingerbread man was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox's face and sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun! ..
And his fox - um! - and ate it.
Russian folk tale "Three Bears"
One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for her way home, but she did not find it, but came to the house in the forest.
The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.
Three bears lived in this house.
One bear was a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy.
The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna.
The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.
There were two rooms in the house: one dining room, the other bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, very large, was Mikhaila Ivanycheva. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina; the third, little blue cup was Mishutkin.
Beside each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small. The girl took the biggest spoon and drank from the biggest cup; then she took the middle spoon and drank from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and drank from a little blue cup, and Mishutka's stew seemed to her the best of all.
The girl wanted to sit down and sees three chairs by the table: one large - Mikhail Ivanychev, another smaller - Nastasya Petrovnin and the third small, with a blue cushion - Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair - it was awkward on it; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed—it was so good. She took the little blue cup on her knees and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to swing on a chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She got up, picked up a chair and went to another room.
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There were three beds; one large one is for Mikhail Ivanychev, another medium one is for Nastasya Petrovna, and the third small one is for Mishutkin. The girl lay down in a large one - it was too spacious for her; lay down in the middle - it was too high; she lay down in the little one - the bed fit her just right, and she fell asleep.
And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.
The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: - Who sipped in my cup? Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
— Who sipped in my cup?
But Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
— Who sipped in my cup and you sipped all of it?
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:
Nastasya Petrovna glanced at her chair and growled not so loudly:
— Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?
Mishutka saw his chair and squeaked:
Who was sitting on my chair and broke it?
The bears came to another room.
“Who got into my bed and wrinkled it up? roared Mikhailo Ivanovich in a terrible voice.
“Who got into my bed and wrinkled it up? growled Nastasya Petrovna, not so loudly.
And Mishenka set up a bench, climbed into his bed and squeaked in a thin voice:
Who got into my bed?
And suddenly he saw a girl and squealed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold on! Hold on! Here she is! Ay-ya-yay! Hold on!
He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.
Russian folk tale "Zayushkina's hut"
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an icy hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here is the fox teasing the hare:
- My hut is light, and yours is dark! Mine is light, yours is dark!
Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.
Fox and asks for a hare:
- Let me go, hare, at least to your yard!
- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
The fox began to beg more. The hare let her into his yard.
The next day, the fox asks again:
- Let me, hare, on the porch.
The fox begged, begged, the hare agreed and let the fox on the porch.
On the third day, the fox asks again:
- Let me go, hare, into the hut.
- No, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
She begged, she begged, the hare let her into the hut. The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is on the stove.
On the fourth day, the fox asks again:
- Zainka, zainka, let me on the stove to your place!
- No, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
She asked, the fox asked, and begged - the hare let her go on the stove.
A day passed, another - the fox began to drive the hare out of the hut:
"Get out, scythe." I don't want to live with you!
So she kicked out.
The hare sits and cries, grieves, wipes away tears with its paws.
Running past the dog
— Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! What, bunny, are you crying about?
How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. “We’ll kick her out.”
- No, don't kick me out!
- No, let's get out! Approached the hut:
— Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! Go, fox, get out! And she told them from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The dogs got scared and ran away.
Again the bunny sits and cries.
A wolf is walking by
- What are you crying about, bunny?
- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won't. They drove the dogs - they didn’t kick them out, and you won’t kick them out.
- No, I'll take it out.
— Uyyy... Uyyy... Go, fox, get out!
And she from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The wolf got scared and ran away.
Here the hare sits and cries again.
An old bear is coming.
- What are you crying about, bunny?
- How can I, bear, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won't. The dogs drove, drove - did not drive out, the gray wolf drove, drove - did not drive out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll take it out.
The bear went to the hut and growled:
— Rrrr... rrr... Go, fox, get out!
And she from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The bear got scared and left.
Again the hare sits and cries.
A rooster is coming, carrying a scythe.
— Ku-ka-re-ku! Zainka, what are you crying about?
- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
- Do not worry, zainka, I'm chasing you a fox.
- No, you won't. Dogs drove - not kicked out, the gray wolf drove, drove - did not drive out, the old bear drove, drove - did not drive out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll take it out.
The rooster went to the hut:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
The fox heard, got scared and said:
- I'm getting dressed...
Rooster again:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
And the fox says:
I put on a coat...
Rooster for the third time:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
The fox was frightened, jumped off the stove - yes, run away.
And the hare and the rooster began to live and live.
Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"
There lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Masha.
Once the girlfriends gathered in the forest - for mushrooms and for berries. They came to call Mashenka with them.
- Grandfather, grandmother, - says Masha, - let me go into the forest with my friends!
Grandparents answer:
- Go, just watch your girlfriends do not lag behind - otherwise you will get lost.
The girls came to the forest, began to pick mushrooms and berries. Here Masha - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far from her girlfriends.
She began to haunt, began to call them. And the girlfriends do not hear, do not respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees - there is a hut. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut, sat down by the window on a bench. Sit down and think:
“Who lives here? Why can't you see anyone?"
And in that hut lived a huge honey, after all. Only he was not at home then: he walked through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Masha, was delighted.
“Aha,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will heat the stove, you will cook porridge, feed me porridge.
Masha grieve, grieved, but nothing can be done. She began to live with a bear in a hut.
The bear will go into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is punished not to leave the hut anywhere without him.
“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch it anyway and then I’ll eat it!”
Mashenka began to think how she could escape from the bear. Around the forest, in which direction to go - does not know, there is no one to ask ...
She thought and thought and thought.
Once a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
- Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I will bring gifts to my grandmother and grandfather.
“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me the gifts, I'll take them myself!
And Mashenka needs it!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
“Here, look: I will put pies in this box, and you take them to your grandfather and grandmother.” Yes, remember: do not open the box on the way, do not take out the pies. I'll climb into the oak tree, I'll follow you!
- Okay, - the bear answers, - let's box!
Mashenka says:
- Get out on the porch, see if it's raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Masha immediately climbed into the box, and put a dish of pies on her head.
The bear returned, he sees that the box is ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between the fir trees, a bear wanders between birches, descends into ravines, rises to the hillocks. Walked, walked, got tired and said:
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And Mashenka from the box:
- See see!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
“Look, what a big-eyed one,” says the honey, after all, “sees everything!”
- I'll sit on a stump, eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
- See see!
Don't sit on a stump, don't eat a pie!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
The bear was surprised.
- What a clever one! Sits high, looks far!
I got up and walked faster.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandfather and grandmother lived, and let's knock on the gate with all our might:
- Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you presents from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. From all yards they run, bark.
The bear was frightened, put the box at the gate and set off into the forest without looking back.
- What's in the box? Grandma says.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looked and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box - alive and well.
Grandpa and grandma rejoiced. They began to hug, kiss, and call Mashenka a clever girl.
Russian folk tale "The Wolf and the Goats"
Once upon a time there lived a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass, to drink icy water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock up the hut and won't go anywhere themselves.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs along the notch.
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids will unlock the door and let the mother in. She will feed them, give them a drink, and again go into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves tightly.
The wolf overheard the goat singing.
Once the goat left, the wolf ran to the hut and shouted in a thick voice:
- You kids!
You goats!
open up
open up
Your mother has come
She brought milk.
Hooves full of water!
The goats answer him:
The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the forge and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith cut his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came - she brought milk;
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids let their mother in and let's tell how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed and watered the kids and severely punished:
- Whoever comes to the hut, begins to ask in a thick voice and does not go through everything that I recite to you, do not open the door, do not let anyone in.
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked to the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came - she brought milk;
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. Only one kid was buried in the oven.
The goat is coming. No matter how much she called, or lamented, no one answered her. He sees the door is open. I ran into the hut - there is no one there. I looked into the oven and found one kid.
How the goat found out about her misfortune, how she sat on the bench - she began to grieve, cry bitterly:
- Oh, you, my children, goats!
To which they opened, they opened,
Did the bad wolf get it?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
- What are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your goats. Full of grief, let's go to the forest, take a walk.
They went into the forest, and there was a hole in the forest, and a fire was burning in the hole.
The goat says to the wolf:
- Come on, wolf, let's try, who will jump over the pit?
They began to jump. The goat jumped over, and the wolf jumped and fell into a hot hole.
His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, yes - jump to the mother!
And they began to live, to live as before.
